Ella y Él
Ella
Y la presión de elegir asiento
En el bus del nuevo colegio
Miradas que juzgan tu cuerpo
El miedo a romper el silencio
Sus ojos, sus rizos, su pelo
Su ropa su andar o su peso
Cargada de tantos complejos
Y de repente él
Señala a su lado un hueco
Y ella toma asiento
Él
No era un 10, tampoco un 0
Acostumbraba a estar en medio
Alto por fuera y pequeño por dentro
Sus ojos finos, su sencillez, su piel y carisma de miel
Vestía de negro
Camisas de bandas que daban vueltas en su walkman estéreo
Y tras varios momentos
Le ofrece el auricular derecho
Reúne el valor y piensa
Escucha un poco de esto
Sin querer
Vamos camino a
Dejar de ser
Dos extraños, y mírame
Quiero presentarte
Mis ganas por conocerte
Y que sepan de las tuyas
Por volver a verme
Él
De familia de clase media
Con todo lo que soñaba ella
Domingos de cenar fuera, y todos sabían de
Ella
Al contrario de él
Su hogar en ruinas, camas compartidas
Ella y sus 4 hermanos
Bajo un padrastro dado a la bebida, dictador
Mamá no le frena, no lo ve un error
Ella y su historia se quedan sin voz
En su mente funciona mejor
Desconecta y suena su canción
Y sin querer (sin querer)
Vamos camino a dejar de ser
Dos extraños y mírame
Quiero presentarte
Mis ganas por conocerte
Y que sepan de las tuyas por estar
¡Juntos!
Odiaban los miércoles
Ella y él no se podían ver
Entrenos largos de él
Su asiento vacío hasta el amanecer siguiente
Él
Le sonreía con los ojos
Con la boca solo a medias
Y él empezaba a darse cuenta
De que aquello era por
Ella
Intentaba leer
Por encima del hombro de él
Su comic de los X-Men
Y una gota calló en la viñeta de Charles Xavier
Sin querer
Todo empezó a torcer
Déjame, contarte por qué
Ella no sabe mirar a la cara
Le vence su miedo a sentir que no encaja
Oculta su historia de guerras en casa
Y él no entiende nada
Pero él es de punk, ella es de John Lennon
Él dio el primer paso, ella olvidó su miedo
Le estrecha la mano por primera vez
Y le mira con ojos de todo va a ir bien
Él era de cómics
Y ella
Aprendió
A serlo
También
Un miércoles
En su asiento, dijo él
Mírame, hoy quiero volverte a ver
Hoy me atrevo
A decirte con palabras
No sé lo que siento
Pero sé que te echo de menos
Her and Him
Her
And the pressure of choosing a seat
On the bus to the new school
Judging looks on your body
The fear of breaking the silence
Her eyes, her curls, her hair
Her clothes, her walk or her weight
Loaded with so many complexes
And suddenly him
Points to an empty seat beside him
And she takes a seat
Him
Wasn't a 10, nor a 0
Used to be in the middle
Tall on the outside and small on the inside
His fine eyes, his simplicity, his skin and honey charisma
Dressed in black
Band shirts spinning in his stereo walkman
And after several moments
He offers her the right earphone
Gathers the courage and thinks
Listen to a bit of this
Unintentionally
We're on our way to
Stop being
Two strangers, and look at me
I want to introduce
My desire to get to know you
And let them know about yours
To see me again
He
From a middle-class family
With everything she dreamed of
Sundays dining out, and everyone knew about
Her
Unlike him
Her home in ruins, shared beds
Her and her 4 siblings
Under a stepfather given to drink, dictator
Mom doesn't stop him, doesn't see him as a mistake
Her and her story remain voiceless
In her mind it works better
She disconnects and her song plays
And unintentionally (unintentionally)
We're on our way to stop being
Two strangers and look at me
I want to introduce
My desire to get to know you
And let them know about yours for being
Together!
They hated Wednesdays
Her and him couldn't stand each other
His long practices
Her seat empty until the next dawn
He
Smiled at her with his eyes
With his mouth only halfway
And he began to realize
That it was because of
Her
She tried to read
Over his shoulder
His X-Men comic
And a drop fell on Charles Xavier's panel
Unintentionally
Everything started to twist
Let me tell you why
She doesn't know how to look in the face
Her fear of feeling like she doesn't fit wins
She hides her history of wars at home
And he doesn't understand anything
But he's into punk, she's into John Lennon
He took the first step, she forgot her fear
He shakes her hand for the first time
And looks at her with eyes of everything will be fine
He was into comics
And she
Learned
To be
Too
One Wednesday
In his seat, he said
Look at me, today I want to see you again
Today I dare
To tell you with words
I don't know what I feel
But I know I miss you